A largely-improvised tale about three men fumbling to reassert their masculinity after their friend dies, Husbands sees writer-director John Cassavetes, intense method veteran Ben Gazzara and the perpetually rumpled Peter Falk (yes, Columbo himself) going on a long bender. As such, it isn’t something which you’d recommend to the fairer sex or those who like their movies polished, but the long improvisational takes (which often feel like you’re watching film rushes) yield plenty of raw, spontaneous and unusually authentic results. Undoubtedly, at times it’s like you’re listening to your drunk friends ramble on repetitively (which, in a way, you are), but there are moments of real emotional truth peppered throughout. Dealing with male friendship and examining the unsatisfying facade that is the American Dream, it’s also something of a precursor to both Barry Levinson’s Diner and TV’s Mad Men.